2/5/06
Last year, raddidge was sick and could not come down on Superbowl weekend. This year she's unable to come down because of a prior committment seeing the sequel to The Vagina Monologues called Menopause. I hope that raddidge doesn't think I'm into sports because sports are stupid.

Well I went to check out that apartment over by the big Safeway. The place is definitely bigger than my current place. The kitchen is marginally larger and it has an electric stove. I don't like electric stoves. In fact, I am afraid of them. These devices always come across as being sneaky and malicious, deep down in their mechanical reptile brains these electric stoves get a lot of pleasure from giving burns to human hands. Of course I've never been burnt by one but that doesn't have any bearing upon my distrust.

At long last, my Call of Cthulhu DVD arrived along with my Miskatonic University mug.

I have a satellite radio. The setup requires me to attach it to speakers. Speakers in question are old PC speakers from the old computer from New Jersey. Seems that I forgot to hit the off switch for the speakers. My receiver's currently off and has been turned off since last night. Now and again I'll hear a brief, staccato bursts of static like morse code from the speakers. It's really fucking weird since I don't believe there's any signal reaching them.

Once again, I'm reading the LiveJournal obituaries. Running dialogue in my head is following the usual furrowed path of "No one gives a shit. No one will miss you. You're not a good person. You ought to be dead."

Go ahead and diminish me as an attention whore when this is going through my head.